his spooky-measured voice evoked a civilized darkness, the refined depravity of the Eternal Emptiness of the Elevated Eyebrow.
Best Vincent Price story ever — from my hometown, no less:
“Of the hundreds of celebrities I’ve met in the biz, Vincent Price will always be my favourite, as a result of this show.
We shot about four hundred bits with him over a four day session. He accepted the gig because he loved kids and saw the innovation in this vehicle.
He allegedly worked for around $13,000 in total when that was commonly his daily appearance rate. He would read the script to himself, put his head down for a few seconds and do a single take read on-camera. Next!
At one point the crew was exhausted by his pace and he suddenly disappeared. Everyone thought he MUST have gone to collapse somewhere.
He had hailed a cab, gone to the local beer store and brought a couple of two-fours into the station.
We all sat cross-legged in the studio and listened to his stories of Hollywood and Cecil B. DeMille.
The next break we took, he had his picture taken with each crew member in the make-up room. One of the guys blew them up to 8×10’s that night and he wrote a personal note to each of us on it. Mine still hangs proudly in my office.”